De barro
Estoy mirando mi vida
En el cristal de un charquito
Y pasan mientras medito
Las horas perdidas
Los sueños marchitos
Y están tus ojos queridos
En el espejo de barro
Fantasmas de mi cigarro
Reproche y olvido
Condena y perdón
Vuelven tus ojos lejanos
Con el llanto de aquel día
Pensar que puse en tus manos
Una culpa que era mía
Pensar que no te llamé
Y me alegré
Cuando tú estabas penando
Pensar que no te seguí
Y me reí
Cuando te fuiste llorando
Y hoy que no vale mi vida
Ni este pucho de cigarro
Recién sé que son de barro
El desprecio y el rencor
Así, midiendo tu pena
Noches y noches consumo
Buscando ver en el humo
Del pucho que fumo
Tu imagen serena
Y al encontrarte perdida
Entre cigarro y cigarro
Sé que todo fue de barro
De barro mi vida
De barro mi amor
Vuelven tus ojos lejanos
Made of Mud
I'm looking at my life
In the glass of a puddle
And as I meditate
The lost hours pass by
The withered dreams
And there are your beloved eyes
In the mirror of mud
Ghosts of my cigarette
Reproach and forgetfulness
Condemnation and forgiveness
Your distant eyes return
With the tears of that day
To think that I placed in your hands
A guilt that was mine
To think that I didn't call you
And I was glad
When you were suffering
To think that I didn't follow you
And I laughed
When you left crying
And now that my life is not worth
Nor this cigarette butt
I just realized that contempt and resentment
Are made of mud
So, measuring your sorrow
Night after night I consume
Trying to see in the smoke
Of the cigarette I smoke
Your serene image
And upon finding you lost
Between cigarette and cigarette
I know that everything was made of mud
My life was made of mud
My love was made of mud
Your distant eyes return